But I was still another ninety miles from a truck stop. There wasn't much out here at all but sagebrush and jackrabbits.And then it hit me, "The Sunsh...ne Kitten Farm."I haul this way at least a couple of times a month. I always wondered what that place looked like on the inside.Stuck out here in the dessert, about fifty miles from the closest known shithole in the universe, was a house of ill repute. A bordello if you prefer, but as most of us truckers refer to it on the CB, a butt hut.Due to. Other times he will bind me. Wrists and ankles are tied sometimes together, and sometimes to objects. Mouth gagged and eyes covered so all I can feel and sense is his phenomenal tongue.Either way, I am a puddle; unable to resist in any shape or form, his tongue and the things he does with it.I am in heaven when I am on my back, legs spread wide, my smooth, wet, pink pussy exposed to him. His dark head between my pale, creamy legs. His big, strong hands roaming from my thighs, belly, hips, tits,. She could also see that Mike’s arms were sliding into the sleeves of a full length blue satin gown that had been placed over both of them. As the back of the dress was fastened up behind them, Mike’s hands adjusted her breasts in the dress with an assurance that made them both comfortable. At the same time a large curly blonde wig was fitted over her own hair.Beth looked down at “her” hands as they were held out in front of her. They turned over slowly as she took in the details. From the two. She was still looking him in the eyes with that crooked little smile. She was totally in charge now and she knew it. Toni started moving her hand even faster, jacking him off. She kept using her long fingers to help build him towards a climax. Tim’s cock was now straining and he needed release worse than he had ever before. Toni could feel his cock swelling in her hand knowing she just about had him where she wanted him. She reached up with her free hand and lifted her sweater to show off her.